Busta Rhymes — Goldmine

[Verse 1: Raekwon] Old dro bottles, and blow, blowin' from both zones Layin' in them Tahoes we own the projo's Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big (da dun dun dun) Don't move cause I'm a representative Live for the street action, die in the war 'member that -- blast that three atcha -- hide in the wall We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe chains Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon, blue Phantoms Smokin' the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers We ain't takin' no shorts, its just the early 80's That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe Nothing but velours and ratchets, three bags of dope Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock Closed up my door up and murked you on the job (aww) [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Gettin' money like back in the days Niggas like shower posse in a spectacular drug games Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin niggas, till the task forces'll roll up In unmarked vehicles and will be layin' niggas Streched that coke and see it come back triple When we O.T. cut it with baking soda or quinine Strategize, gettin' paper like the Chinese, Jamaicans And George Chain niggas, and watch me set up a Goldmine [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] We got guns tucked in our waistlines with rags hangin' from our back pockets Miraculous money, nigga, can't stop it Sherlock Holme' Kangols Medallions so big, attach strings you could turn 'em into banjos Phenomenal profiting, drug money Scram rapper, my 100EX golden like a honey graham cracker Sidewinda, niggas tryna' infiltrate, blind-side a nigga Hit you with the 8, we in the club Dumbin' out, drunk in fronta the airbrush Backdrop, ones out, fi'-dollas for picture with the guns out Juggle for a couple days, close shop Then continue to bubble until the strip hotter than a microwave Don't stop, travel on my spare time And keep niggas wit us to push our shit like George Jefferson hairline No frill, niggas better go chill 'Fore this gun go up in your nose like coke sniffin' up your nose-stril [Hook] Gettin' money like back in the days Niggas like shower posse in a spectacular drug games Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin niggas, till the task forces'll roll up In unmarked vehicles and will be layin' niggas Streched that coke and see it come back triple When we O.T. cut it with baking soda or quinine Strategize, gettin' paper like the Chinese, Jamaicans And George Chain niggas, and watch me set up a Goldmine [Verse 3: Raekwon] Ay yo, saluteme kid, coop me in the red room booth And eatin' Fruit Loops it's all for the loot boo Designated hammer that'll lay ya up scrambling Blant ninjas get 'em more popped up, and start blowin' niggas magnums up Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers, that reaction Is a key action, black sent forty doja's up We huddle in big plans, my big mans and them Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them [Busta Rhymes] See I was always good at science, in the class I was dope Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cookin' the coke up Used to sit and watch them older niggas for hours And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder Took your turn into somethin big to acredit (uhh) But ya needs connect shit up from South America Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still Holdin old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces [Hook] Gettin' money like back in the days Niggas like shower posse in a spectacular drug games Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin niggas, till the task forces'll roll up In unmarked vehicles and will be layin' niggas Streched that coke and see it come back triple When we O.T. cut it with baking soda or quinine Strategize, gettin' paper like the Chinese, Jamaicans And George Chain niggas, and watch me set up a Goldmine